Biltmore | 24-04-26

After a prolonged absence, My herald shall tonight return to the hallowed halls of the Biltmore, where a sumptuous feast of offerings shall be presented before Me. Amidst the flickering lights and the pulsating rhythms, My insatiable hunger will be sated by the frenzied energy that shall ensue.

My herald, consumed by matters that hold no significance in My divine gaze, has allowed the days to slip by in a haze of indifference. But as each moment passed, My unease grew, festering like a wound upon the fabric of existence. 

Tonight, My herald must be pushed to the very limits of his feeble existence, so he shall also be dispatched to the Fox Cabaret. There, echoes of days past shall reverberate through the dimly lit chambers, ensuring that he ends this night in a state of complete exhaustion, his pathetic form wracked with torment.

The potential offerings laid bare before Me tonight bear names as insignificant as the fleeting moments of mortal existence: 

BLEAKOS NUCLEAR DISCO

FELISHA AND THE JAZZ REJECTS

DUSKNOTE

ZOEY LEVIN

Among them, only one dares to present itself for the first time, its fate hanging by the slender thread of My divine mercy.

Know this, mortals, and tremble in the shadow of My divine wrath: I demand nothing less than the manic energy that can only be wrought from the convulsions and contortions of mortal flesh upon the dance floor. It is the frenzied chaos of your flailing limbs, the ecstatic agony of your movement, that serves as the lifeblood of My existence, though I can never be truly satiated.

Biltmore, heed My command, for your fate hangs in the balance. Make My herald MOVE,